At present, Sanzi and Sheyan's hearts were filled with anxiety and fervor. The two of them sprinted towards a small house by the seaside. The house looked crooked and dilapidated, as if it would collapse at any moment if there was another typhoon. Sanzi pushed open the door in a huff, and was about to scream when Sheyan pulled him back and covered his mouth.
There was only one room in this house, and the cooking area was arranged under the eaves of the main entrance. On the left side of the muddy wall, there was a makeshift bed made of stone bricks and a door plank. A tattered quilt covered the bed, and at the end of the quilt, a head of white hair could be seen, gently fluttering in the fishy sea breeze. From the soft breathing sounds, one could tell that the patient on the bed was in deep sleep.
Beside the bed, there was a wooden stool, and on top of it was a half bowl of dried porridge. Several flies were buzzing around it. Sheyan glanced at the corner of the blood-stained bandage that was exposed from the quilt, and an intense sour feeling welled up in his nose. At this moment, Uncle Dasi probably heard the commotion, as he struggled to prop himself up from the bed, and turned his head to look over.
At this moment, Sheyan's mind was completely blank. He could only feel the weight of the things he was carrying in his hands. His hands trembled involuntarily, and his luggage fell to the ground with a crash. His vision gradually blurred. For a moment, it was as if the only thing left in the world was that pair of old and gentle eyes!
"Uncle Dasi!"
At this moment, Sheyan finally leaned against the bed and cried unscrupulously. After all the ups and downs in the future, the weakness and pain that had been suppressed in the depths of his heart were finally vented out. In front of others, he could only be strong, and he could only be strong so that he would not be looked down upon by others. Only in front of this man, in front of this man who had sheltered him from the wind and rain for nearly twenty years without complaint and regret, this man who was in name an uncle but in reality was his father.
Only then could he cry, only then could he vent to his heart's content!
Upon seeing Sheyan, Uncle Dasi's old tears flowed down his cheeks as he repeatedly said.
"It's good that you're back, it's good that you're back."
After the father and son recounted the story of their parting, Sheyan didn't conceal anything. Apart from the matters related to the nightmare realm, he recounted everything in full detail. Hearing that Sheyan had killed and fled for his life, Uncle Dasi couldn't help but worry for Sheyan's future. Sheyan couldn't help but console him. Seeing Sheyan's return, Uncle Dasi's heart finally dropped. His spirit was exhausted as he listened to Sheyan's recount before he once again fell into a deep sleep.
During the days when Sanzi was away, Uncle Dasi, Uncle Dasi, was thankful for Uncle Dasi.. Sheyan was the pillar of the family's pillar.... . of, Uncle Dasi.. with Uncle Dasi when he return, Uncle Dasi's face, Uncle Dasi's face, Uncle Dasi, Uncle Dasi. After returning home, he saw Uncle Dasi's pale face and shivering non-stop. Sheyan hurriedly made a pot of steaming brown sugar ginger soup for the whole family to drink. After a few mouthfuls of the steaming ginger soup, Uncle Dasi felt as though his internal organs were being warmed up. Uncle Dasi felt much better and finally fell asleep again.
There was only one bed in the house, Sheyan and Sanzi slept on the floor. They had done this countless times on the ship, it wasn't considered a hardship at all. Sheyan listened to Uncle Dasi's steady snoring, his heart gradually calmed down. Outside, the rain continued to fall. Gusts of cold wind seeped into his bone marrow. Sanzi curled up a few times under the thin blanket. Sheyan simply covered Sanzi with his own blanket. His digitised body couldn't be said to be impervious to cold and heat, but with the current temperature of 15 to 16 degrees, it could be ignored.
The next morning, when Sheyan woke up, he noticed that the sky was dusky and thought it was still early. But after listening carefully, he heard the sound of rainwater gathering on the roof of the thatched hut and the crisp sound of oil paper outside. Then, he heard the faint sounds of the farmers outside. He immediately realized that it wasn't because the sky was still dark, but because the weather was too vile.
When he returned yesterday, the house was dusky, and he couldn't see the details clearly. Currently, Sheyan surveyed his surroundings. The surrounding walls were made of mud and bricks, even the plaster paint had mostly peeled off. On the wall, there were several dusty pictures of chubby baby dolls that had already turned yellow, and the corners were curled up. The uneven ground was still made of solid mud, and the roof was not even covered in dust. There was only a slightly slanted beam supporting seven or eight rafters, which were covered with grayish-black decaying grass from the passage of time. Of course, there was also a plastic sheet that Sanzi had temporarily hung up. Otherwise, the rainwater would have leaked all over the house.
"We can't stay here anymore." Sheyan half sat up from the mattress, as he whispered to Sanzi. "Staying here, even a healthy person will become a patient. What's more, Uncle Dasi's injuries haven't healed yet. "
Sanzi had long woken up, and replied with grievance.
"I've told Uncle Dasi many times, but Uncle Dasi said the rest of the money is for us, and we can't touch it."
Sheyan directly dragged Sanzi out of the house, and impatiently said.
"I'll settle the money matter. Uncle Dasi is stubborn, most matters can be done according to him. But this matter, I have the final say. When I arrived, didn't I see a small house by the side? I want that kind of house! I see Granny Zeng is taking good care of Uncle Dasi. After settling the matter, go invite her over, and ask her how much money she has in a month. We'll double the amount to invite her to take care of him. "
Sanzi was a nimble person, but he lacked his own opinions. This had nothing to do with age, it was his innate character. But as long as he was entrusted with a task, he would be able to handle it properly. After speaking, Sheyan directly tossed a few stacks of money to the submissive Sanzi, allowing him to settle the miscellaneous matters of renting a house and buying furniture. Afterwards, he went to the stove at the back of the house to cook a sweet egg for Uncle Dasi and fed it to the patient. Afterwards, he sat by the side and ate his breakfast while chatting with Uncle Dasi about his daily life.
While chatting, Uncle Dasi asked about his future plans. Sheyan already had a script in his mind, even if Uncle Dasi didn't ask, he would still have to find a reason. He immediately lowered his voice and said:
"Uncle Dasi, that day when I shook off Huashan Fei's underlings, I went all out. While his lair was empty, I killed my way back and unintentionally stole a batch of goods. I brought them to Hong Kong and sold them off! It can be considered a blessing in disguise, I even brought back 3 million HKD. It's a pity Uncle Dasi's illness hasn't recovered yet, if not you can start now. "
Uncle Dasi was puzzled:
"Start what?"
Sheyan was astonished.
"Of course it's to book a boat. I've been living on the sea for my entire life, if I don't ship, am I supposed to just sit and eat? Although the Fuyuan is well maintained, it's still been in the sea for 15-16 years. It's fine if it's sold, it can be used to make a new boat. But I still have matters to attend to, where would I find the time to check if they're cutting corners? Sanzi definitely wouldn't be at ease with such matters, how can you not watch over him? "
Once the boat was mentioned, Uncle Dasi instantly became spirited:
"3 million HKD? That's a pretty good boat, Uncle Dasi has the connections! How big are you planning to build? "
Sheyan knew of Uncle Dasi's dream, he immediately replied:
"I feel like a size 77 is pretty good. Our boat will probably be heading out to sea, its horsepower should be over a thousand!"
A size 77 was a 49 metre long iron trawler. This was Uncle Dasi's lifelong dream. Uncle Dasi's face instantly lit up as he replied:
"That's a pretty good idea."
"En." Sheyan earnestly replied: "That's why I feel you should quickly recover from your illness. Without you keeping an eye on those bastards, how would I dare to pay the deposit? Let's go to the hospital after the rain stops. The earlier you recover, the earlier the boat can be built. "
After hearing Sheyan's words, Uncle Dasi hesitated for a while before agreeing. Actually, the knot in his heart was that he was currently a cripple, why would he waste money on treatment. Once he found his worth, he would naturally have the desire to live on.
*****
After successfully igniting Uncle Dasi's desire to live, Sheyan finally heaved a sigh of relief. As long as Uncle Dasi cooperated, success would follow naturally. After two days of treatment in the hospital, coupled with the fact that Uncle Dasi's body had always been healthy, his condition improved by quite a bit. For the sake of reassuring him, Sheyan actually ordered an iron fishing trawler from Uncle Da, and proceeded with the various procedures.
Looking back at the present world, 5 days had already passed and everything was on track. Sheyan was still concerned about the matters of the realm. After all, the strength of the nightmare realm was his foundation. He then gave a call to Jessica based on his memory. This unruly young lady immediately grumbled about why she didn't pick up the call. She then complained that her house had been dirtied by those wild beasts, and their roars were so noisy that she didn't dare to return home to sleep.
Sheyan was overjoyed, he hung up the call and directly went to look for Uncle Dasi. As the saying goes, money makes the devil turn millstones. After confirming that this stowaway Sheyan didn't have any criminal records in Taiwan, he spent 5 times the price to obtain a direct flight ticket to Hong Kong. 3 hours later, he arrived at Jessica's luxurious mansion.
Although Sheyan had caused a huge commotion this time, because the majority of those who died were triads, and Yi Wufu wasn't a good person, there weren't many victims who came out to complain. Thus, only the police knew about it. To the police, if they were to publicize such a serial murder case, apart from displaying the incompetence of the police, what other benefits would it bring? Thus, they naturally struck it rich silently, and could only investigate in secret. Therefore, regardless of the newspapers or the internet, Sheyan couldn't find any news. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to qidian.com to vote for me. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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